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SOMETIMES, I CAN'T DEAL

"You okay? you wanna talk about it?" Actually, no. I'm not okay. Sure, we can talk about it, if you got some liquor. You better be treating too, since you wanna be nosy. Don't be cheap now. I'm probably sad cause I ain't got no money. You know the check be gone before the direct deposit even hit your bank account. I could probably use a hug too.

I'm no doctor, but I'd say it's pretty unhealthy for one to keep their anger and emotions balled up inside of you. If nothing else, you have to at least admit to yourself that you're pissed, sad or scared, that's the first step. Now, when I encourage you to let your emotions out every once in a while, I don't mean getting on Facebook everyday and cussing out all your "haters" or cousins or posting all those god awful depressing memes that make me wonder how that dude I met at the club 6 years ago is doing. I'm saying, you should probably find that one person you can vent to, write down how you feel in a journal or talk it out with yourself through meditation. Or you can go to the bakery and get a dozen donuts and see if you can eat them all in one night. But then, you would be fat. And you can't be fat and sad. Pick a struggle.

Listen, all I'm saying is, I been there, done that. It's not that I don't let life get the best of me sometimes, I do. I am just learning now, how and where to direct negative energy when it comes. I've learned how to be honest with myself and the way I was feeling. Then, I was able to understand the best way for me to cope with certain situations. I'm telling you, once you throw a chair at the wall, it's all good. Just kidding. Let that wall be great. It ain't done nothing to you.

Ok let me get personal real quick. Last week was rough. Hell, this week has been a challenge too. I spent all my money on bills, I'm tired of being in St. Louis, I still can't fit my jeans, I have no idea why in the world I am keeping this blog, my acting career seems so far away and I'm trying to eat right but I REALLY want a piece of cake because life is hard and cake is my comfort food. I'm like, "I'm tired, I'm sad, I'm angry and I don't want to be bothered", so I went and isolated myself for a few hours until I was better.

I also had to take a moment and remember that it could always be worse. Even though I'm not at my highest, I am definitely not at my lowest. And I've been low enough to understand that. Real talk.

Look, sometimes life can be EXTREMELY sh!++y and make you upset and that's okay. If you have to lay in the bed and do that ugly cry, it's cool. Just don't stay there. You know you got to go to work, cause you used up all your vacation days already.

Try meditating. Get yourself a soft little blanket or yoga mat if you're feeling fancy, close your eyes, and talk yourself through it.

Or just drink some wine and get more sleep. It's up to you.

-BRIT


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  1. I really needed something like this to read today...thanks Brit Brat! :)

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  2. Lol, pick a struggle had me laughing. It's nice to read something with some positivity in it.

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